CHAPTER 5: OFFICE TIME
I arrived at the office early. It was a decision I made as I tried to sleep. I had been fucked so much my mind seemed to replay the events on a continuous loop. Even when I did succumb to sleep, my dreams were full of the images of cocks ... even cucumbers.
I was aroused and sure my thong would reflect that. I had the sense that I might be constantly aroused any time I was in the office or with any of them. After Friday and Sunday, I associated them with being fucked ... or sucking cock. My pussy and asshole were a bit sore from Sunday ... but not too sore.
I stood to meet each man with a kiss and greeting. Their hands very comfortably touched me and anticipation spiked my arousal higher. Shortly after all were in the office, the three VPs appeared at my desk each holding a hundred dollar bill extended to me. I shook my head.
"No, sirs," I emphatically said. "That would make me feel like a whore." I looked at each, the strong, very not submissive woman holding firm in attitude. "I am your Executive Assistant," I said with a softening smile. "Just with benefits," I added with a bigger smile.
"We didn't mean that, Joni," Mr. Adams blurted out defensively for the three of them. "You were just amazing and ... and ... well ... we thought a bonus is all."
I nodded. "Not money, though, okay? If you want ... maybe lingerie. Maybe something you would like to see me wearing." They nodded, apologized again, and returned to their offices.
I didn't think anything more about it until they again appeared at my desk after lunch, this time with shopping bags. I accepted them on my desk and curiously began removing items. All were lingerie as I had suggested. Bras and thongs mostly. Most all were so sheer I could practically see right through them. I knew such bras would offer little real support for my C-cup breasts but that would add to the enticement of being worn, I supposed. Then, I removed two very sheer baby-doll nightgowns. How would they see me in these, I wondered. But Sunday returned to my mind in a rush. Of course, I thought, I might be spending nights or weekends with each of them.
An hour later, I noticed the four of them in the conference room. I assumed that was normal for men who managed such an organization. I continued with my work.
"Joni," came Mr. Farnum's voice. I turned to see him standing in the open doorway to the glassed-in conference room. "Could you join us, please?"
"Of course, sir," I responded. I made the assumption it was about some corporate issue and grabbed my tablet to take notes. After all, I told myself, not everything is about sex just because the weekend was.
So much for assumptions, though. Before I could take a chair at the table, Mr. Farnum gave me an instruction that surprised me. "Please undress, Joni." I already understood that 'undressed' in the office meant to stockings and heels.
I placed the tablet on the table, reached behind my back and lowered the zipper to the sleeveless dress I was wearing. The front showed more cleavage than might be acceptable in most offices and the hem might be too short, too, but not for this office. Other people might think what they would think when they saw me outside the confines of this private suite space but they wouldn't know what really happened here.
Once naked and standing at the table, the men seemed to give themselves time to take in the view before offering me to sit. Though I had sucked or fucked three of them during the morning, I still wondered if this might be another group fuck. Only Mr. Edwards had isolated himself in his office with his ear to the phone most of the day. I had even offered to suck his cock while on the phone but with his hand covering the mouthpiece he confided he didn't trust his reaction. I had blown him a kiss and was sure his time would eventually come.
"We were just discussing a proposed modification to the conditions of your role in the office, Joni," Mr. Farnum began. I looked at him, then turned my attention to each of the men around the table. A modification, I wondered. Since I was sitting with them naked, it could only mean something sexual. "Since you have signed the agreement for your position with us, we think it only fair that you hear the proposed modification."
"Sir," I responded, "Sirs, I would have hoped you understand that you only have to instruct me in anything you desire."
"Thank you, dear," he continued, "but we don't want to presume too much. You are a willful and strong woman. We like that about you. It makes your willingness to do these things that much more exciting for us." I fondled a breast for them all to see. Willing like this, I thought. As if reading my mind's intent, they smiled. "We propose, with your acceptance, installing a lockable closet in our private restroom. You can use the closet for clothes. Our thought is that you arrive and leave work dressed as usual but then change into an outfit more ... more appropriate for your position." They were watching me intently. It was definitely a modification. "Since our office suite is secure, it should be safe. If an emergence arises requiring someone unexpectedly to enter, you can retreat to the restroom to dress." He smiled lustily. "Perhaps clean up, too, if necessary." I nodded knowingly.
I gazed at each of them but mostly at Mr. Farnum. "If necessary, sir?" I replied with a smile that brought chuckles and recognition from all of them. "As I said, sir, you only need to instruct me. I may not be submissive but this is the most exciting thing I've been exposed to. As you've undoubtedly noticed, I have not been inclined to say 'no'." He smiled. I was sure it was what he expected me to respond with. I might normally be willful and strong but with him I was a compliant slut. "What did you have in mind for my ... what did you call it? ... more appropriate attire?"
"Use your imagination, dear. I am sure you won't disappoint us."
I stood by bumping back the rolling chair I was sitting on. I was still fondling my breast. Then, I began stroking my pussy. They wanted me scantily dressed in the office but at the moment I was hoping for more attention. "That has the added stimulation of risk," I said. "What can I do for you, gentlemen?" It was a simple question but dripping with possibilities. I then remembered Mr. Edwards. "Sir," I said addressing him, "you've been very busy today ..."
He smiled, immediately pushed his chair back from the table, and opened his slacks. I moved around the table the long way so I passed each of the other men who took the opportunity to touch my naked body in some way. Upon reaching Mr. Edwards, I went to my knees and sucked his growing cock into my mouth to my throat. He gasped at the suddenness of his cock being devoured. After only a few minutes, his cock was hard in my mouth and throat. I gave it a final kiss on the head, stood, and bent over the tabletop in front of him with my feet wide and supported on my elbows.
Nothing needed to be said. He was out of his chair and behind me, his cock slipping along my pussy lips until it settled just on the opening to my pussy. He pressed forward and his cock slipped inside.
